Woman with Blue EyesA Story by Larry Dyson
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I worked at the Hospital in the geriatrics ward. Many times at
night the specters of the lost souls and long dead would visit my mind and
spirit, and I ...only wanting to comfort their wanderings; consoled them in
their confusion and loss.
But the one who followed and showed the most need was the woman
with the blue eyes.
Imagine that the only thing of color was her eyes. The rest
shades of grey and black...even her clothes from the 1800's were colorless,
without exact form and only her eyes were clearly visible , those strange
luminescent blue eyes, seeking …Something.
The prescience was
usually felt just around 3am ...first it settled in like tendrils of smoke or
dense fog. Then her outline became the form, the shape in my peripheral vision.
As she materialized in form shimmering below the waist, her thoughts became
quite clear. She was looking for the man in the red waistcoat. Her vision of
him hung in the air like a sign from the times, a tavern sign reading the
Unicorn Inn. It unfurled a flag as well of the gentry of that age, marking
where the Duke had lodgings for his compatriots, a safe place to stay while
doing the Kings business. At this point I surmised that the lack of color in
her surroundings was due to the time span she was reaching from, and that it
may have been difficult for her to remember the exactness of the Inn. I had
heard that the amout of energy the poltergeist had to expend was exponentially
in contrast to the time elapsed …and the age of the materializations.
Hence…the older the time
the more difficult to produce the shared vision, but the intensity of the Blue
Eyes …was evidently a marker in their
emotions.
At this point in time I succumbed to the insistent prodding’s to
my psyche. She and He had unfinished business, or rather let me say they had
continued roles to play in each- others Karmic lives. I postulated that the two
were interlinked in either a love affair or other strong link that had been
severed suddenly without knowledge or time to complete the bonds. In the astral
realm I questioned Her, and this story came forward.
He was a swords man in the kings service, looking like and
behaving much as the three musketeers image we have in our memories. He met her
in the tavern and was attracted to her immediately. The out of place blue eyes
, so striking on an Auburn haired woman. Her laughter like the tinkling of
small silver bells in a kissing breeze, won his heart many times over. She, the
attraction came slower, noticing something special in his manner towards her. He
surmised she was from the North of Spain by her petite build and stature, and
the blue eyes more sign of the aristocracy .
Passing of time only made the feelings stronger, and they grew
to anticipate the arrival of the third weeks of the suns settings , a time when
he was there for the policing of the properties and the collection of the
King’s holdings. The days were spent in work , but the nights were spent in
walks and talks of the kingdoms and villages she had no knowledge of and he
having much , enthralled her heart in the King’s pursuit there.
Time came when the Inn Keeper had no money to pay and he needed
to return with the King’s portion or be severely chastened for his lack of
duty. She was offered as payment and He, knowing their hearts ,accepted but
only staged acceptance in the sight of all, and paid the wages from his purse.
This point in time is where her story to Me begins and where her
memories tell of the astral spirit travels they had, and the growing together
they began into a joined spiritual being.Each night they joined in the cosmos
and traveled and learned each of the other. He his knowledge of the Kings
properties and holdings, which were vast, sharing these spaces and friends over
centuries of fellowship and She the Spanish way of knowledge , once founded in
the Catholic priests occult knowledge that was secreted in the books of truths,
kept for the knoble families of the crusades and the Chalice of the
Church.these self same Crusades were the undoing of their centuries of joining
and in one sacking of the township, She was lost to him, he feared forever. Not
So, for their joining and growth had brought them together , so close to
together , that her wanderings and quests had found My spirit to assist.
© 2011 Larry DysonAuthor's Note
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Added on October 4, 2011Last Updated on October 24, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorLarry DysonTomball /Magnolia, TXAboutWARNING!!--- my writing approaches Mature most of the time, read with caution if you are concerned ,or so WC thinks? - I'm a retired southern woods walker..who writes and lives modestly..I love n.. more..Writing
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